Charms Lesson 2 (First to Fourth years)

Alberi quietly read his Charms book while waiting for the class to begin. He wasn't interested in looking to see who would enter, actually. And besides, in his old school he always spent the recess reading a book, subject or not. He did not at all care for socializing with anyone, unless they grabbed his attention in some way. Though he knew that he would have to have some friend, at least someone to survive the seven years at this school with. But that might as well take some time.

He quickly looked up when the professor called it the beginning of class. He listened to what he said and was rather glad that they didn't need to go through what the spell does. It would be annoying to the boy, having to repeat something so simple. Overall he hated repeating things he already knew, yet in school it seems it was all that they do. It was as if the rest of his classmates couldn't remember what they should quick enough and the teacher had to keep saying it. Those were the only times Alberi would feel like going to sleep in class.

Deciding on what to talk about, the boy rose his hand and began to answer, as the teacher didn't say if they should stand up or not. "The Mending Charm was invented an Ministry of Magic employee, I believe her name was Orbella or Orabella Nuttley, around the year of 1754. She needed to repair the Colosseum after if had somehow been destroyed." he said. He remembered reading that it was an accident destroying the building but he didn't understand how something such could be put down accidentally so he left that out.

Mason had been here the entire time.

He loved Charms, it was a great class, you could use simple spells to do the coolest things. And, trying to stay humble, he was probably one of the best in his year at Charms. Four years- well, three and a half- of Charms was great time spent. He would frequently try out these spells when he was in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Not on other people, of course. He adjusted his glasses. His throat was aching today, so he wasn't talking much this class, which may have been a surprise- he answered questions quite frequently in Charms class. Since he couldn't speak up, he just followed along to what the professor, Professor Ellingston, was saying. Mason got out his wand.

The paper was easy, and the quill wasn't too hard. He couldn't mend this dang stab. "Come on," he croaked, "Reparo!" He tried about six more times, and finally got it. "I did it!" he said as loud as his voice would let him. He smiled wide.

Naomi kept one eye on Finley as she moved from the paper to the quill and some minutes later onto the slab. Just as she was getting individual shards of the slab to twitch towards each other, she caught sight of Professor Ellingston moving towards them. She was about to nudge Finley in warning, but the man was already on top of them and speaking.

Listening quietly to the exchange caused her spell work to suffer, but Naomi didn't mind. It was only an attempt or two anyway. Besides, it took a lot of concentration to catch the professor's low voice. If she hand't been sitting on the side Ellingston chose to stand on, she was sure she wouldn't have heard it at all.

When he left to oversee other students, Naomi leaned over to whisper to Finley, as quietly as the professor a moment before, "Don't get that look on your face. He didn't sound mad. This one doesn't seem crazy; I think he actually wants to help you. I'll wait outside for you, or even with you in the room if you want and it's allowed."

Alberi listened to what the professor said and frowned. They had to purposely break things? He would prefer that they were already broken, for he felt rather foolish cutting the paper just to put it back again and he wasn't in the mood of breaking stabs. Then again, he most likely never would be in the mood to break anything. Though with his lack of coordination, it may happen often. In fact, it happens often. He may be very well developed with his brain but in any area about that he was awful - running, swimming, sports, walking trough crowds...

After practicing the wand movement for a while he commenced to the paper and rip it while successfully trying not to cut himself. "Reparo!" he said, waving his wand. The paper did move but slightly and went back to being cut. He sighed and tried again, thinking about the paper colliding together. "Reparo!" he said and watched as the paper repaired itself.

Satisfied, he moved on to the next object, the quill. Quickly breaking it in two, he thought over how to continue. Looking at the quill, he closed his eyes and spent a minuet over thinking over how both pieces would stick back together back into the quill it was before. After that he repeated the spell with the proper movement, while keeping the thought in his head, and watched as the two pieces stuck together.

With a slightly smile he went onto the last and final object, the stab. Alberi really wished he knew how to break things with magic and he was sure he couldn't point his hand at the block and just say 'Ha-di'. He hoped that the stab would break if he just picked it up and put it down from hardly any kind of height but sadly all it let out was a small 'thump'. With a sigh, he let it fall from a height he knew it would break.

Afterwards he attempted to do the same as he did with the quill. At first nothing happened. He tried a few more times. Again, nothing. Soon enough, though, the pieces did start to get closer from before. With a smirk on his face, he continued. Soon some of the pieces were together and others still needed to collide. He would have preferred if all had came together at the same time but he supposed that that would do as well. With one last say of "Reparo!" and a wave of his wand, the stab finally turned into one piece. With a satisfied smirk on his face, he waited for when the lesson would end.

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